darrenfate
Golden Boy
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- Sep 18, 2001
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“No one has ever fucked my ass before, daddy. I can’t wait for you to fuck my tight, virgin asshole. I wish you would have been the one to take my cunt virginity. It makes me sick to think that someone else fucked me first when it should have been you, daddy. But I won’t let anyone else ever fuck me again. I’m yours now. I belong to you. You can have me any time you want, any second of the day. My body is yours to claim in every possible.”
“I think I want you to fuck my pussy from behind first. Would you like that, daddy? I just want to make you happy. All I want is to please you.”
Darius heard Callie speak, alternating between pushing just the tip of his cock into her perfect pussy and her open rosebud ass. He dearly wanted both, and he was determined to take all that she had to give.
Cumming down her throat a few minutes before gave him a distinct advantage, for now he could last for a very, very long time. He could hardly believe his eyes. One of the sexiest and most desirable models on the planet was on her hands and knees, begging him to fuck the hell out of her. There were hundreds, thousands, make that millions of guys who would trade places with him in a heartbeat. But Callie was his. His to fuck, his to caress, his to possess.
When Darius heard her say that she wanted her pussy fucked first, he reared back and slammed his cock into her - burying himself to the hilt in that just turned eighteen teen aged pussy. She was sooooooooo tight, he would swear Callie was a virgin. Grabbing fistfuls of her long hair, Darius stayed deep inside, feeling her pussy muscles contracting all around his cock - squeezing him in her own amazing embrace. Slowly he started pumping in and out, gradually feeling Callie push back and get in rhythm with his thrusts. Her ass cheeks were totally free of cellulite, but they did bounce a little, and he loved watching her ass ripple and absorb the impact of his body with every slam forward.
He leaned in, flipping Callie on her side as he did so, never leaving her wet pussy. In this way, they were able to kiss while he fucked her. He tasted his own salt on her tongue; kissing her like this as they fucked drove them both wild. He wanted her like he had never wanted anything else. Darius hammered inside her pussy exploding just after she did for the second time that night. They kept on kissing and kissing until he remembered no more.
Somehow, they ended up in his office on the couch - Callie curled up in his arms fast asleep spooning together as he woke. At first he was disoriented, it was pitch dark - he guessed it to be only 4:00 am. That meant they had been asleep what - maybe two hours or so?
He felt her warm body all along the length of his, and started to get hard again. Callie's hand reached back, and gripped his hardening cock giving him a good squeeze. Soundlessly she moved her lips around to his, and french kissed him as she let her hand slowly stroke up and down.
His fingers, in turn, found her pussy already wet. Darius should nickname Callie "Everwet", for obvious reasons. Their hands grew more insistent on each other, moving faster and faster. Hands gave way to mouths, it was heaven on earth to be back where he belonged, 69 was a very good number for them indeed.
Night would soon give way to morning. What would happen then who knew? Who cared?
Darius didn't care if he ever got up - he was more content than he had been was in his life. He wanted to whisk Callie away - hop on his black Harley and drive off into the sunset. Go and go and go - no directions, no destination in mind, no plans other than make love to her in the soft green grass along the way. Oh and never be more than 6 hours from the last time he was inside of her in someway, somehow. Now there was a fantasy that he could really get into.
Did it have to be a dream? Why couldn't it be real? Did she feel the same way? Questions so many questions. Soon her mouth demanded his full attention. He gladly gave in. He came again, and she swallowed every drop.
As they fell back asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms once more Darius' last hazy thought was that he could get used to this.
Very used to this.
“I think I want you to fuck my pussy from behind first. Would you like that, daddy? I just want to make you happy. All I want is to please you.”
Darius heard Callie speak, alternating between pushing just the tip of his cock into her perfect pussy and her open rosebud ass. He dearly wanted both, and he was determined to take all that she had to give.
Cumming down her throat a few minutes before gave him a distinct advantage, for now he could last for a very, very long time. He could hardly believe his eyes. One of the sexiest and most desirable models on the planet was on her hands and knees, begging him to fuck the hell out of her. There were hundreds, thousands, make that millions of guys who would trade places with him in a heartbeat. But Callie was his. His to fuck, his to caress, his to possess.
When Darius heard her say that she wanted her pussy fucked first, he reared back and slammed his cock into her - burying himself to the hilt in that just turned eighteen teen aged pussy. She was sooooooooo tight, he would swear Callie was a virgin. Grabbing fistfuls of her long hair, Darius stayed deep inside, feeling her pussy muscles contracting all around his cock - squeezing him in her own amazing embrace. Slowly he started pumping in and out, gradually feeling Callie push back and get in rhythm with his thrusts. Her ass cheeks were totally free of cellulite, but they did bounce a little, and he loved watching her ass ripple and absorb the impact of his body with every slam forward.
He leaned in, flipping Callie on her side as he did so, never leaving her wet pussy. In this way, they were able to kiss while he fucked her. He tasted his own salt on her tongue; kissing her like this as they fucked drove them both wild. He wanted her like he had never wanted anything else. Darius hammered inside her pussy exploding just after she did for the second time that night. They kept on kissing and kissing until he remembered no more.
Somehow, they ended up in his office on the couch - Callie curled up in his arms fast asleep spooning together as he woke. At first he was disoriented, it was pitch dark - he guessed it to be only 4:00 am. That meant they had been asleep what - maybe two hours or so?
He felt her warm body all along the length of his, and started to get hard again. Callie's hand reached back, and gripped his hardening cock giving him a good squeeze. Soundlessly she moved her lips around to his, and french kissed him as she let her hand slowly stroke up and down.
His fingers, in turn, found her pussy already wet. Darius should nickname Callie "Everwet", for obvious reasons. Their hands grew more insistent on each other, moving faster and faster. Hands gave way to mouths, it was heaven on earth to be back where he belonged, 69 was a very good number for them indeed.
Night would soon give way to morning. What would happen then who knew? Who cared?
Darius didn't care if he ever got up - he was more content than he had been was in his life. He wanted to whisk Callie away - hop on his black Harley and drive off into the sunset. Go and go and go - no directions, no destination in mind, no plans other than make love to her in the soft green grass along the way. Oh and never be more than 6 hours from the last time he was inside of her in someway, somehow. Now there was a fantasy that he could really get into.
Did it have to be a dream? Why couldn't it be real? Did she feel the same way? Questions so many questions. Soon her mouth demanded his full attention. He gladly gave in. He came again, and she swallowed every drop.
As they fell back asleep, wrapped up in each other's arms once more Darius' last hazy thought was that he could get used to this.
Very used to this.